Month: July 2011

i live and die by text messaging these days. i have a few faithful correspondents who keep me afloat as the work hours pass and the evening descends. i don’t know if it’s the desolate stillness of this apartment or the fact that my mind seems to have switched into party mode all the time, but that little ding-a-ling text…

i absolutely despise buying insurance. it is the least tangible, yet most expensive, thing that i have purchased since getting a job. all told this year, car, health and dental insurance will be around $1500. and that’s supposed to be cheap! i just need some type of trinket to demonstrate that this is worth it. a ps3, for instance. buy…

you know, i haven’t been drunk and sad in madison yet. i’ve been sad, i ‘ve been drunk. that’s fine, normal. admittedly, drunk and sad is also normal for me. but tonight i’m experiencing both unexpectedly and i can’t claim to like it. i will admit: too drunk. not to any dangerous point, of course, but more drunk than i’ve…

another weekend passed somewhere in there. there were bars involved and lots of girls (i only seem to hang out with girls). the epicnic, which is essentially a county fair considering the 4000 attendees. a pool party, sorta. lots of alcohol (that’s another theme). last night was an adventure. meg, lindsay and i went downtown to meet up with some…

you can tell i’ve started having fun again because the the rapid pace of updates has dwindled significantly. i met some people (my office neighbor, meg, in particular) who seem interested in this thing called “frandshep” that is so popular with all the young kids these days. i’ve decided i might try my hand at it. recapping the past weekend…

it’s emily’s birthday right now. i honestly don’t know what to do. we argued earlier, pretty ferociously for us. she’s been secretly smoking infrequently when drunk. this goes against my absurd principles. so i was pissed. i’m still pissed. i’ll always be pissed until i meet someone else who is pissed i guess. what to do? nothing, probably. among the…

i am having the most troubling time making this statement seem as interesting and vital as it was for me: i was running up a hill and when i got to the top i unexpectedly saw the finale of a fireworks show. breathing heavily, muscles taut, kanye roaring in my ears, i crested the hill into an exploding skyline. hill.…

now it’s facebook official. it’s both troubling and a mark of the times that my facebook relationship status changing is what hits harder than anything else. maybe it’s more real, in its own way. breaking up isn’t a physical act, unless you’re some sort of siamese twin lovers. it’s more of a mental re-ordering, parts of the mind disintegrating slowly…

starting to get that delightful feeling that i don’t belong here either. i keep suppressing all the things i really want to do. write, read, be somewhere gorgeous, be outdoors all day, adventure – hell, even the career type things, like being a professor. instead i took a job, which seems like a career, which seems like forever, which seems…